She sat and told me her first name then said, “But you can call me Anna.”“I’m Terry,” I said, holding out my hand, “But you can call me Te...ry.”She gave me a confused look then laughed. She nodded and took a draw on her smoke, sucking it deep into her young lungs. I was thirty-five at the time. Had the week off and nothing to do. We sat, smoking and chatting about the weather and not much else.She was oddly familiar but at the same time mysterious. Not like meeting a stranger, but that’s what we. It was incredible.Even though it hurt like hell, our hard cocks rubbed together with everyswat. I could feel the sweat dripping off his chest onto my back as hewhaled on my ass, raising his hand high and bringing it crashing down on mybright red ass, over and over. I was thrashing around but he held me tightand kept spanking me really hard. Soon tears were streaming down my cheeksand he was asking me over and over with every smack -- "who's yourmaster, boy? Who?!" You sir." I replied. . He was a well built man of about 50 with muscular arms an chest which he showed off in his tight white tee shirts that looked one size too small for him an his Lycra cycling shorts he always wore to show everyone he had the biggest cock ."i said pants off " he barked , i had no way out so i slowly started to drop my pants to reveal my shame to them both when i heard both of them say what "do we have here" .Miss Davis had picked up my school bag an had opened it but i was more worried about Mr. It’s nearly 200 feet straight up. If we attack here we would be bottled up by the escarpment with nowhere to retreat. We’ve driven along it to see if there’s any natural path up it but nothing that could take a truck.”“Okay Bobby, we’ll go and see if Tim or Bill has found anything.”As it was getting late they decided to camp there for the night.The next morning they slipped in behind a convoy making its way back to Alex or Cairo as trucks going to the front passed in the other lane. It must be.